Hanalei
Keep Digging
through rough brick and ivyalong those rusted ribcage tracksnostalgia comes smearing pockmarked streetson the thicket of nighta specter of yourself / some sepia murkcaught in streetlamp strobe / on the thicket of nightI notice now that now unlike those sidewalksnew cracks have unraveled your facea reenactment / a forgotten dancespeech monochromatic / your staggered lapsethe sheen of your eyes diluted on listless tonguealthough you don't speak it all I hear is"it wasn't supposed to be like this"an archetype fermented / an acceptance bornyou tell me you're getting up earlyand I lie and say I understandso you walk away blurring on ashen film strip cementI think of bicycle wrecks and thin skin gouged out by girlsof laughter smashed into the moonand kicking November ember leavestonight you'll be sung to sleep by a television lullabymaking promises of further disappointmentsand monotony to come
Aus Songtexte Mania